actually, but, so, sigh.

last night, i dreamt of hitting you endlessly and crying. i woke up early to pass lizheng the mugger my physics and chemistry files. took a bus down to the market to have breakfast with beejuan and jia en. oh i had a complete soya bean breakfast.

omg we walked from my house to raffles city. we walked past the shophouses along cantonment street and neil road, and they all look so nice. on the way we saw some bad translations for some road names. and there's a lot of dust in the city area. i was in slippers, and all the dust just clinged on my feet. my slippers were drenched in dirt and sweat =( and my feet were beginning to look like frodo's.

lunch was at soup spoon. i had the clam chowder, and i bit on a leaf thinking it was mushroom. but hey, jia en had clam chowder a few times thinking that it was chicken inside. we were shopping for the $20 gifts. and i got like two blisters on one toe because of the slippers =( beardpapa's cream puff is so scarily fattening, but it's nice.

it's been a beautiful day. but the sad fact is, we all have secrets. honey, you wouldn't understand even if you were me. 'cliques' and 'blister' are derived from the same key-presses on the handphone.